Here's the plan. We get the warhead and we hold the world ransom for... ONE MILLION DOLLARS!

You can't think of risks. I have nothing to lose. You either make something that you like, or you don't, and you throw it to the universe.

I had a blast, but I still wonder sometimes why they saw me as the perfect guy for this strange character.

My father was always a straight-up funny guy. He was silly. He was my inspiration.

Oh, you know, driving around, coming to a stop sign and an entire family, from 8 to 80, will be looking at me with that Dr. Evil look - pinkie on the mouth.

This crazy thing called love...

Canada is the essence of not being. Not English, not American, it is the mathematic of not being. And a subtle flavour - we're more like celery as a flavour.